[She glances back toward the waitress and laughs as she gives chase, running after Johnnie so she can bump against him as she jogs past. Does she have any actual idea where the bike is? No. But running is fun, and it feels like she's flying as she blurs past the early morning crowd stuck on their way to work.
A few of those people get nearly bowled over as she pushes past them, and she howls with laughter as they shout in offense. It must suck to be an adult that has to work all day every day and only has the weekend to live for. But it's not her fault they're grumpy because they're stuck in that life and are unable to have any fun. She's out here living her best life and is having the best time.
Somehow, they manage to find the bike parked where they left it. She reaches it before he does, and slaps her hand against the seat as she leans over to catch her breath. Maybe that was a little too much running after eating so much.]
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A few of those people get nearly bowled over as she pushes past them, and she howls with laughter as they shout in offense. It must suck to be an adult that has to work all day every day and only has the weekend to live for. But it's not her fault they're grumpy because they're stuck in that life and are unable to have any fun. She's out here living her best life and is having the best time.
Somehow, they manage to find the bike parked where they left it. She reaches it before he does, and slaps her hand against the seat as she leans over to catch her breath. Maybe that was a little too much running after eating so much.]
Oh my gosh it feels like I'm gonna puke. Gross.